Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bulgaria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gang Green to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
Public Enemy,
Bang On A Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Cheater Slicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
Ossler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dead Boys,
The Busters,
John Coltrane,
ABC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Names,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Invisible,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
Lucky Dragons,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tubeway Army,
Byron Stingily,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
The Gun Club,
Lou Christie,
Q65,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
H. Thieme,
Camberwell Now,
Skaos,
KRS-One,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
Carl Craig,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.